Common Language – Flash Fiction

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Common Language

Her early morning beach walk cleared the lingering fog in her head.  Remnants of heady passion from the night before were hard to shake off. 

Surprised to see him when she had opened her eyes.   Sunlight shining on his bronzed body.  She’d half expected him to have left without a word.  She panicked slightly, and pulled on her shirt slipping silently out the door.

She sat studying the clouds.

“There you are” she heard a voice say 

She turned.  He was walking along the damp sand towards her.  

“Why did you leave?” he asked. His voice slightly accented.

“Just looking for familiar objects in these clouds.”  she answered without thinking.

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky”, he said.

“Clouds speak in the universal language”, her voice a little husky. “Don’t you know that?”

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Merril is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Monday and has prompted us with ‘Clouds’.
We are to use the following lines:

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”

–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang

Prosery is a piece of flash fiction no ,longer than 144 words, excluding the title.

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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

22 thoughts on “Common Language – Flash Fiction”

    1. Thanks so much Tricia! ☺️💕. Maybe one day I’ll expand these scenes write a short story. I do enjoy Monday Prosery.

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